Crack open a Merriam-Webster, look up the word “oxymoron”, and you’ll find a “a passionate indie song” a the most glaring example on that figurative page. The hipster crowd tends to hide their more enthusiastic emotions in most songs, though when those emotions are released the subsequent product often ends up being a bit…different. Indie songs like “Luna” display raw vocal and percussion-based feeling in a way that may scare off middle-of-the-road music goers. It utilizes an odd eastern-sounding string instrument and cathartic lyricism specifying the symptoms of a werewolf yearning to tell someone about their secret, though the brief musical story is not as publicly consumable as your Twilight-esque werewolf tale. Lead vocalist Jack Steadman and his supporting cast may be harmoniously captivating, but with topic and quirky instruments at the forefront many would venture to ask “What in the world are we listening to?” Hell, you can’t expect a band that dryly named itself after a now defunct chain of Indian restaurants to produce commonly themed, topical and in-your-face party jams.
Wrap your head around the fact that this song and London-based band are strangely exciting and you have yourself and a perfect opportunity to belt out a few stellar choruses. Songs like “Luna” bring back memories of a previously celebrated playlist (among my close piers at least) known as my “Golden Pipes” playlist. To fill you newbies in, the “Golden Pipes” playlist had every song in my library that constituted flexing everyone’s not-so-profound singing ability without a care in the world. The playlist was lost years ago when I switched to a new phone, but that doesn’t mean it’s too late to flex those golden pipes, no matter how divergent a song or it’s creative proprietors may be. Get used to the weird ones, friends, because I’m sure you’ve learned by now that at least half of the songs I post are produced by unusual and experimental folks.